I am not a pilgrim
My shoes have barely touched the ground
Barely have I learned to knit
My fingers stiff with thoughts
They are my weapons, for uselessness
For numbing, poor pilgrims
Worshipers of sort
Believers
Devoted to what?
What have they learned in their travels?
Pilgrim, wise- not
A name fitted for very little wonder
Wandering to be called pilgrims!
I am not a pilgrim, nor I thrive to be
Religion makes them kneel
pleading
To excuse nature?
To supplicate for what Mother has given
Freedom…
I am not a pilgrim because I am
Something else
And though I've barely learned a lesson
needless to say two
I have nature free in me
walking aligned
From Within.
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